The history of love is full of regrets.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life.
But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain!
This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King.
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In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated!
An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan!
There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus.
Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight.
There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

I Truly Am The Villian

It seemed a great war had occurred ahead, with merely the aftermath of the battle shattering the void for miles around.


A mushroom cloud slowly rose from the firmament, exploding outright.


Spiritual energy surged in all directions, leaving ten thousand miles of the void cloudless.


"Interesting, let's go take a look," Xu Zimei said with a smile.


Chaos roared as it burst through the remnants of the battle, with its two pairs of wings, vast enough to cover half the sky, trailing behind as it flew into the fray.


"Who exactly are you, to kill our Undying Race without cause?" a furious voice echoed through the void.


"What's the point of asking so many questions when you're about to die? It's a waste of time," came a light laugh in response.


Immediately after, the entire void erupted into battle once more.


The rumbling sound of explosions rang out again.


"The Undying Race," Xu Zimei furrowed his brows slightly.


Chapter 797: The Great Battle of the Undying Race